Aristolia of the lesser house Daanistia. Noble born and raised, the young man had much contempt thrown upon him for his accursed visage, a black mark upon his family tree, a tiefling. Nevertheless, and perhaps even moreso for such circumstances, Aristolia was taught day and night the rules of law and order. And with any failure, a severe punishment lashed upon him to match. He learned quickly his lessons, and grew strong from his punishments. If not for the horns upon his head, his father might have found pride in his heart for his son. But alas, no great deed nor achievement would ever be well enough to please his father.

Despite this, Aristolia still undertook the family oath when he came of age. "To defend to weak, and to expel darkness. To take up blade and spell alike against the forces of evil. To use that which threatens our world against itself, and to put one's own life at stake against the likes of devils and demons. For honour. For glory. For freedom, and for peace."

He ventures the lands of Ichoria on the hunt for those creatures which would stand against the light, evermore.